Horea Page #2

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But you, through excessive taxations

at your own will,

senselessly and ceaselessly, in winter

and in summer,

have constantly burdened your

subjects!

I will punish with no remorse those

who dared to take justice

into their own hands but...

How many victims were there?

One hundred and seventeen noblemen

suffered an unpleasant death,

your Majesty.

Too little compared to the manner

contrary to your interests

in which you treated them.

What of the humiliation?

What of our humiliation?

What of our pride?

Countess Palfy Agnesz.

Gentlemen, the hearing is over!

He is mad! His mother was a whore and

he is mad!

Take heed of your words!

It is clear that Horea tells the truth in

saying he rebelled with His approval.

Countess, you shouldn't have!

They are returning to their homes.

The riot is over!

Now comes the most difficult part...

uprooting the very idea of riot.

Philosophical subtleties elude me,

your Excellency. I am a military.

Of Romanian origin, it seems.

Distant,

which hasn't prevented me from my

military duties

when given the order,

Excellency.

I was not making a reproach. It is a

noble origin.

Shame, shame!

The nobles are returning home as well,

Excellency.

Only they are not greeting us.

What are your Excellency's feelings

towards this Horea?

Those I am ordered to have,

Excellency.

I was asking about your personal

feelings for him.

Respect. I consider him a brave soldier.

Dangerous honesty, Excellency.

We've taken every measure

for his capture.

I also expect positive news at our

first stop, Excellency.

Seize him! Seize him!

I see not everyone regards our mission

with sympathy.

Seize him!

Leave him, Excellency. It is of no use.

Besides, we seem to be approaching

our stop.

A light meal for your Excellency.

Eat, your Excellency.

It is not virtue that makes me

abstemious, but infirmity.

A glass of warm milk,

watered down.

Have the riot leaders been

apprehended?

Not yet, Excellency.

And here? What goes on here?

Present your report, captain.

Captain Heinrich Pfeiffer of the

Dewins regiment.

Following the trial of those charged

with crime,

the sentences will be read out, part of

them being passed.

The tribunal comprised of

deputy-commissioner Faray,

baron Kemeny, count Perecay,

and members of the bourgeoisie

Maieriu, Cosma and Hopschebergen.

Approach, gentlemen.

Have the tribunal members suffered

personally from the rebels deeds?

According to express orders of his

Majesty, I assisted every interrogation

without applying extraordinary

measures.

There were only benignum examen.

Only impartial witnesses for each

case.

What is this?

The milk you Excellency requested.

The sentences.

I am Szilagy Ignac, notarius.

I present myself before your

Excellency's attention.

Ion Lupenci, from Petris,

33 years old,

instigator to the arson of nobility

courts,

sentenced to be executed before the

Petris village.

Craciun Pacurar and Toma Beghisan,

Mihai Marian and Sandu Toader,

sentenced to be burned at the stake.

Thank you.

I piss on his Excellency.

I don't work at night.

I'm no butcher.

I'm a master executioner.

Begging your Excellency's pardon.

The executioner has lost his patience.

He must cut off the heads of...

...of Gheorghe Branisteanu, the judge

from Colop,

who was first to set the riot by beating

against the castle gates

to carry out the false commandment

given by the Emperor

to strike down the nobles.

The master executioner refuses to work

without light

in order to avoid unnecessarily

torturing the convicts.

A meritorious mark of the profession's

honesty.

Is the sentence fair?

Yes, Excellency. Proceed.

We are here to strictly apply the law,

not to break it.

Branistean Gheorghe!

Sit still. You'll be in no pain,

if I don't miss.

If this is imperial justice, then cut

off my head as well!

I too have taken down castle gates,

I too have drunk the wine

of Hungarian nobles.

I too have taken under my abode

Horea, Closca and Crisan,

I too have baptized landowners as

serfs, cut off my head!

If things are as you say, you will be

punished, pater.

But not before you are tried.

Pereat mundus, fiiat justitiam.

You too are a Hungarian noble,

Count lankovici!

You cannot impart justice between

us and Hungarians.

Nemo esse judex in sua causa potest!

I thought you were an orthodox, pater.

How is it that you speak Latin?

I learnt it from my forefathers, Count.

Splendid answer.

The window from your Excellency's

carriage has been replaced.

The fire was so comfortable.

Malens suada frigor.

Excellency...

- Excellency, I beg your forgiveness...

- I was not asleep, Excellency.

Have the leaders been apprehended? Was

Horea caught?

Not yet. But those willing to capture

them have arrived.

Light the candles, lord secretary.

Bring them forth so I may inspect them.

He is Anton Melzer, ranger of the

imperial woods, robbed by the rebels.

And they are former rebels that have

contrived, the brothers Maties...

We'd best keep names under

discretion's veil.

I assume they must redeem

for petty sins...

The hell they are petty!

Begging your Excellency's pardon.

This one, Maties loan, took everything

from my home.

e destroyed every thing he couldn't

carry.

And who swears for their new loyalty?

I do.

His Eminence, Bishop Ghideon

Nichitici. I am pleased, pleased indeed.

His Majesty sends gracious thanks for

the precious help you gave at the truce.

I serve the cause of my lambs

as I see fit.

The Romanian people have not acquired

patience.

This long-oppressed race cannot be

lifted through riots and violence,

but through patient

and industrious education.

But can the Romanian peasant, the

serf, endure?

What must he be patient for? Pity and

kindness? Whose?

And will the heart of landowners

be tamed by industrious education?

Get out, lord secretary.

From now on, you will ride with the

driver.

He is Romanian.

His father and two of his uncles were

decapitated at Deva without trial.

Otherwise, he is a valuable secretary.

Eminent Nichitici, I fear that our

holy empire

is a cauldron uselessly and

dangerously boiling

incompatible passions, interests and

people.

Horea is the rebellious one.

That is why I touched the hearts of

those peasants

so they may help with his capture.

My heart grows more tired than before.

Why did you make peace

with them near Tiber?

Why did you accept their peace?

Because I did not receive your letter

in time.

The people were tired and hungry.

We'd been in that valley for two days

and people didn't know what to think,

because your letter was late.

Who knows what goes on at home? My

family's been gone for three weeks...

and Grofita Traicescu,

poor woman, they cut her head off...

You're full, aren't you? You drank, ate,

set fire! And now you're finished!

No, no, I was only babbling

away in my stupidity...

Are you their leader?

I came to hear your demands!

Your grievances!

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